I suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinkingYou find me in the studio and not in the kitchenI won't be bragging 'bout my cars or talking 'bout my chainsDon't need to shake my arse for you 'cause I've got a brain

If I told you about my sex life, you'd call me a slutThem boys be talking 'bout their bitches, no one's making a fussThere's a glass ceiling to break, uh huh, there's money to makeAnd now it's time to speed it up 'cause I can't move at this pace

Sometimes it's hard to find the words to sayI'll go ahead and say them anywayForget your balls and grow a pair of titsIt's hard, it's hard, it's hard out here for a bitch

It's hard for a bitch, for a bitch, for a bitchIt's hard, it's hard out here for a bitchIt's hard for a bitch, for a bitch, for a bitchIt's hard, it's hard out here

If you're not a size six, then you're not good-lookingWell, you better be rich or be real good at cookingYou should probably lose some weight 'cause we can't see your bonesYou should probably fix your face or you'll end up on your own

Don't you want to have somebody who objectifies you?Have you thought about your butt, who's gonna tear it in two?We've never had it so good, uh huh, we're out of the woodsAnd if you can't detect the sarcasm, you've misunderstood

Sometimes it's hard to find the words to sayI'll go ahead and say them anywayForget your balls and grow a pair of titsIt's hard, it's hard, it's hard out here for a bitch

It's hard for a bitch, for a bitch, for a bitchIt's hard, it's hard out here for a bitchIt's hard for a bitch, for a bitch, for a bitchIt's hard, it's hard out here

A bitch, a bitch, a bitch, bitch, bitchA bitch, a bitch, a bitch, bitch, bitchA bitch, a bitch, a bitch, bitch, bitchA bitch, a bitch, a bitch, bitch, bitch